I was engaged once many moons ago. It didn’t take. After many years of ups and downs, my long-term girlfriend at the time and I had grown apart. It happens. But at least we didn’t send out wedding invitations. (I Continue reading
Tiger Woods has pulled out of this year’s Masters, an event he has won four times and the most coveted and prestigious championship in all of professional golf. At 38 years old, we don’t know how long it will take Continue reading
Albert Einstein is credited with defining insanity as doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result. If that’s the case, I must be a lunatic for repeatedly yelling instructions at my golf ball in mid-flight Continue reading
NFL tight end Kellen Winslow was recently caught masturbating in his Escalade in the middle of a Target parking lot. And I thought I was excited about the playoffs!
In only a month, my quest is complete, my Holy Grail has been attained, total glory stenciled onto my scorecard. Where to begin?
“I actually think the back is playing a little bit easier.”
Before I proceed with my review of Dylan Dethier’s 18 in America, let me first say that two things will piss you off about this book.
“You pat him on the back and say congratulations and enjoy it and tell him not to serve fried chicken next year. Got it? Or collard greens or whatever the hell they serve.”
“I’m not going to lie. He’s not my favorite guy to play with.” -Sergio Garcia
I’m a brat. I’m a 44 going on 45-year old man but still, I’m a brat. Or at least I have brattish tendencies.